The ground sparkles all around, and though my breath is visible I feel only warmth as the crystal flakes fall down,
Never though I could feel this way inside of the season of my dismay, Its the words she makes without any sound I need her now I don't care if its a second or all day
Her presence is my upbringing the climax of my evening, but then again
the attachment is so new, Afraid it will collide in something I may do
Roses grow from the white covered ground, I her her voice and drowned
out all other sound this is my fantasia, to forever be bound
Intriguing, indulging, enlightening, It feels like I am breaking, this
is reality, a choice set on destiny but in the end is it really me
"Never though I could feel this way inside of the season of my dismay,
Its the words she makes without any sound I need her now I don't care if its a second or all day"
To me this is like a song - and i like it very much .. it has a few typos but so do most of my writings.. but the meaning , the words- truly love them ..
You have many good lines .. Roses grow from the white covered ground - my fantasia ..beautiful-
Josh, you surprised me in a very good way. This to me and I being no professional by any means this may be almost one of your best. I truely love this. Great imagery, so much emotion. You really did a great job...xoxo
Not only do I love the poem itself, I like the syle in which you write. It isn't often you see works with such long stanzas. very well written and stunning imagery. well done!
MKLINE
In a dark place I awoke. I believe it was around the age of twelve. I picked up a pen and wrote a poem tilted "Broken light". That was years ago and that poem is long gone. I started a whole mess of.. more..